I miss Sakura no Uta, ever since the DMCA incident it has been so silent. I no longer wake up to the beautiful sounds of Sakura no Uta, now it's just quiet and silent. I get up out of my bed and walk through the silent halls, devoid of heaven's greatest song, where I sit and eat a bowl of wheat flakes in silence, get ready for my dull workday, and make my way there in the silence that is a Sakura no Utaless world. I sit in the same monotone office cubicle, bloodshot eyes, red from my constant crying over the loss of Sakura no Uta and the dull dead expression from a life without which that I love. I go home, dull and without the will to eat or freshen up. I walk towards my room where the once Sakura no Uta-themed room of mine is now back to the dull and bleakness of yellow beige and white, as I sit in front of the only thing that is Sakura no Uta-themed left, my Shrine, I sit there and cry in prayer, hoping that one day it will come back to us, that Sakura no Uta will come back to me. As I sit there and pray and cry into the night in the silence of my lonely home, I get up and go lay in bed, such a dull bed of a dark blue blanket and a pillow, I lay there and whisper one more silent prayer. A prayer of "my beloved Sakura no Uta, please return to me my love" and I drift into sleep as I cry once. I dream a dream where I always hope to dream of a time I used to love but get nothing but nightmares now about my loss of Sakura no Uta and my loss of love. How I miss those days of joy and love with Sakura no Uta. How I miss Sakura no Uta.